*Frisk's POV*

Life was wonderful before the coffee shop encounter.

Let me start from the beginning.

After G had left, I asked the man at the station (Knowing G had already prepared him with criminals) where the closest bus stop was. He answered, "Two miles North, should be one there."

Being a bit annoyed with the distance didn't stop me from thanking the man and heading North.

The chains from the cuffs, which still tightened my wrist, dangled against my legs and hands, which had become quite annoying after a while of walking.

Finally, I found the bus stop and a smile stretched across my lips while I ran to it.

There it was, in the dark of night, a small bus sign with a bench and times next to it.

Two hours.

Two hours, I waited for the blue bus to finally pass, stopping only the second time when they realized someone actually needed a ride.

"Just you today miss," The driver said as I walked in.

I looked back at the seats, and saw only the remains of trash and something that looked like thrown up alcohol.

Cringing at the sight, I began to sit down, knowing the bus driver was eyeing my prison uniform and chains.

"Miss," He said, stopping me, "... Pay?"

I hesitated and gulped, stress beginning to shake me.

Sighing in defeat, not willing to rob this man of his time, I turned back to the front and asked in a timid weak voice, "... Where is the nearest city...?"

I don't know what made the bus driver change his mind, maybe it was his shock at my honesty, maybe his pity for my weakness, or maybe because he was truly just good hearted; But he grunted and threw his thumb behind him to the seats, saying, "Alright then miss, just sit down."

Despite myself, I smiled.

Although I had the feeling I had tricked the poor bus driver, and slight regret slipped into my thoughts.

'No,' I argued with myself, 'No more regret. This is a new life, a new you.'

If only I had known how much regret would come.

After hours, and hours, passing towns, fields, so much the eye could see, we came to the city.

Oh the city was wonderful!

I had forgotten what it looked like, the shinning lights that flashed in the dark night, the speeding cars and slow traffic, the walking people, the begging people, the stores that opened all night long and had people flooding in and out.

Oh how much I loved it!

I could feel my heart fluttering at the sight, my head spinning with excitement, as if I was freeing myself all over again.

Like I was in the car speeding down the road with G again.

Shoving him aside, reminding myself that this was a new life without him, I stared out the window of the bus in awe, thoughts spinning in my head of how I would make my life there.

"Here!" I said to the bus driver, noticing his smile and twinkling eyes, "I would like to stop here please!"

He didn't hesitate and let me out at the first bus stop.

Life was hard then, took me a while to get it on track.

One year, in fact.

That's why I was nineteen years old. Living in a white apartment on the middle floor, with a large window as one of the walls. Of course the window had blinds for privacy, yet the only thing that would be hidden is the living room and kitchen that were connected.

My room was down a marble pathway from the door, to a hall that had the bathroom and bedroom together.

Yes, this was home.

It was nice on chilly nights when the T.v was on, and I watched from the counter while I made myself some dinner.

My clothes that I wore, my favorite outfit, were denim shorts and a stripped dark red and purple shirt that fit loosely over my black tank top. The sleeves cut off at my upper arms, and the bottom covered the tank top anyway, so I don't know why I wore the tank anyway. But it did match my black leggings, which I wore under my shorts.

I wore this whenever I had the chance, feeling better in dark colors then that freakish orange jumpsuit.

Then, there was my job.

I worked at a coffee shop a block away from my apartment, and I worked whenever I had the chance.

When I could, I distracted my mind by talking with costumers, all of them unaware I went to prison for killing a child, then escaped with the most wanted prisoner of all time.

Thought I was still nervous every time I saw a cop or police car.

They never suspected it, and I never mentioned it.

This was the life I wanted.

This was what I had planned.

That is, until the most bizarre thing happened.

One day, I was working in the afternoon with orders quite slow, even with the shop buzzing with the soft voices of people.

Then I saw him.

He walked into the shop, wearing long jeans and a black jacket over his white turtle neck. It was strange for me, when the whole room didn't turn to face him, didn't stop talking and stare in fear at his presence.

Then I realized monsters came in all the time (even though most humans aren't very fond of it) so I was the only one who stopped and turned with shock.

G walked in casually and looked at the counter, his eyes stopping when they reached mine.

Though I probably looked like an idiot with my mouth wide open along with my eyes, that didn't stop G from smirking his most awful smirk and walking over with a cigarette hanging from the tip of his fingers.

"Well well well," He cooed sitting at the counter, his smirk growing as he sees my shock, "If it isn't the goodie-to-shoe-slut."

Forcing a smile on my face, I began to laugh a bit, thinking it so strange that I would ever run into him again.

And I found it strange he wasn't back in prison.

"G..." I said in a soft greeting, "Didn't expect to see you in a coffee shop. Shouldn't you be robbing a bank somewhere?"

His soft chuckle entered my ears and I would be lying if I said I didn't miss it.

"Ya trying to get me caught dollface? I was gonna ask if you should be saving old people from a burning building."

I couldn't help but laugh a bit and roll my eyes.

"What do you want then...?" I said, remembering I had a job I needed to do.

"Come on sweetheart..." He said sitting on one of the chairs and leaning on the counter, his eyes looking up at me, "It's been... what, a year since we've seen each other? And ya don't even wanna catch up on things?"

Rolling my eyes again I grabbed a coffee cup to polish while I answered, "Sorry, I don't feel like looking into that life of yours."

"Not interested?"

"Not at all."

"Don't wanna know about all the things I've stolen?"

"Don't forget the people you murdered," I said with a smile twitching the corner of my lip.

He laughed and smoked a bit. I took the cigarette from his hand and tossed it in the trash after putting out the smoke.

"Hey! That's my shit dollface!" G said angrily, looking at the trash as I continued to polish the cup.

Chuckling a bit I glanced at him from the corner of my eye saying, "You aren't allowed to smoke. Besides, its bad for you."

"Pfft, not for me," He relaxed and leaned on the counter again, "Doesn't affect a skeleton sweetheart."

I remembered telling myself to ignore his nicknames and just get used to them, as if I would see him again and again.

"Yeah? Well it affects others. Don't want second hand lung cancer," I put away the cup and got someone their coffee.

"So," I continued, ignoring G's eye roll, "What do you want?"

"Hm..." He looked at the menu, his eyes narrowed and focused until a smirk crossed his lips again, "How about some beer?"

"We don't sell that," I growled, "This is a coffee shop."

"A coffee shop!" G said, the sarcasm already tugging at my anger, "I thought this was a stripper bar!"

I growled and rolled my eyes again, expecting them to roll in the back of my head.

"I'm just messing with ya," He chuckled, "I'm hanging out here. It's good to be around people who don't always wanna murder ya."

"Pfft, give anyone two seconds to talk to you, and they'll want to kill you," I shot back, glad with my comeback.

G just laughed and rolled his eyes, then asked, "So how about that beer?"

"Maybe my boss has some," I said, not really thinking as I went into his office (lucky he wasn't in there) and stole some beer for G.

He seemed shocked when I placed the bottle before him, the glass dripping with cold beads of water.

"There. That all you wanted?"

Another smirk, then a chuckle while he grabbed the bottle and answered, "Gee, looks like you ain't such a goodie-goodie after all."

I glared and he added, "... You're still a slut though, and I ain't paying."

Expecting this I just sighed and watched him sit at one of the couches.

During my whole shift, he sat there, drinking his beer and reading one of the magazines.

Once I caught him wink at me, and blush burned my cheeks as my eyes shot open with shock.

He was just teasing, and I knew this, so I shouted to him, "Got something in your eye G?"

"Heh," He just chuckled and winked again, holding it longer as he said, "Yeah, you."

This made me blush more from embarrassment, and I looked back at the coffee I was making mumbling to myself, "Damn hes smooth..."

When he finally left, some girl stopped him and gave him her number.

This sent a rock into my heart, and I wondered why anger suddenly boiled up inside me.

Why was I so furious?

Growling to myself, I began to wash some more cups, afraid my grip might shatter the mugs while I held them.

That's when I noticed G wink at her, then walk out with his hands in his pockets.

Yet the only holding the number, crumbled the paper and tossed it to the side, his back hunched and his hand stuffed in his pocket again.

The rock fell, and I seemed to relax.

Though I couldn't see why.

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A/N: THEY BACK IN BUSINESS!

LIVING IN THE SAME CITY, THE SAME PRINCE AFTER- 

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It's just showing how Frisk's life has changed a bit, and how G ran into her again.

And how he will find out where she lives cause he- I MEAAENEAENNANNEAEAAAANNNN

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